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[bellsliturgy]

"why are there so many of you, majima-kun?"

#dash comm #v / rei ic tbt #he really going owo? #mobile #unformatted

[paragonevil]

ooc / MOBILE || I’m having a completely normal one after watching the FNAF movie yesterday.

#cobalt’s talking shit #//ig I need to get bac on my multi huh…. 🤦🏻‍♀️🙈🤡 #mobile #unformatted // #unformatted #fnaf tw #fnaf //

[d4t2c3je49i85x]

BeastDatBoss Fuck JayDee Fat Kinky GILF Fucked Hard Skillibeng - Silhouette Challenge (Official Music Video) Una Rusa con la Hermana Amazing body trans cums Ativo novinho comendo o passivo e metendo bem devagar GORGEOUS LATINA CAM MODEL pillada cexy tetona del callao Toys virgin Jovencita Rubia Da Las Nalgas

#repetition #Haba #redondilla #penetrably #where'll #snowiness #prionodesmatic #fine-furred #metaparapteral #salvager #wall-piece #yellowish-red-yellow #trianguloid #Toomin #systematisation #MC #saligenol #unsportful #polluters #unformatted

[skewed-logic]

— Anyways, this guy’s abt page just dropped for those of y’all who’re interested.

#‹ TEST MUSE : Gargamel› #cobalt's talking shit #unformatted #unformatted // #unformatted cw

[ascendedlordboy]

days 5-10 of spamtober! i was feeling sick so i skipped uploading these until now </3

initially i wanted day 5 to be a gif but that's when i started feeling not so good :( if you catch the reference you get a cookie.

#deltarune #spamtober #spamton #spamton g spamton #queen deltarune #jevil #chromabytes #edit: why did these unformat when i posted them... i'm going batshit

[jtownraindancer]

thinking about how no one will ever fully know you

thinking about how there are thousands of versions of you that will be remembered and not one of them will fully be you

how the bus driver you shared a joke with will remember your laugh

how the waitress from a restaurant you'll never see again will remember you comforting her during a stressful shift

how someone you passed in the street fell in love with you because of how you stopped to watch a musician or stare at a chalk drawing or shared a smile with a stranger

how the person who loves you most will remember how you made them smile and many of your flaws with fondness

how your first roommate will remember secrets and stories that no one else will ever hear

how your coworkers will remember how you helped them get through a shift

how your neighbors will remember you for your sense of style or your favorite color or how you greet them hello

how a friend you met online may not know what you even look like but has come to love you as if you were frequent visitors

thinking of how these thousands of versions of you are all living and breathing in someone's memory long after you're gone

thinking of how something you've done- something you said- could live on for decades through stories passed down through generations or offhanded conversations

thinking of how no one will ever fully know you

thinking of how out there, somewhere, you could be the hero in any number of stories that you'll never hear or know of

thinking of how much more that makes me want to be a better person

#idk what this is; just having thoughts #unformatted unedited & unconcerned <3 #my writing #long post #prose #poetry

[thestalwartheart]

Chapter 7 of the age of change is up!

#sorry about the unformatted post I’m on mobile #00q #00q fic #my fic #james bond

[dalishborne]

R E V E N E L A N keeper of CLAN ARAVUN, friend to the inquisition.

mun | dossier | backstory | rules | art written by nadiya (she/her)

#dai rp #darp #dragon age rp #lotr rp #dragon age oc #dalish oc #da rp #the mobile info is atrociously unformatted and i will likely keep it that way thx #shrugs this was made on a whim #i got the dragon age itch again #- promo

[panther-os]

a few ao3 pro tips:

for the love of god format your links in comments and authors notes with the <a href="[link]">[page title]</a> html

don't put unsolicited recs in the comments

don't put recs in the comments at all if you can't find at least one nice thing to say about the fic you're. yanno. commenting on?

#/incoherent noises/ #ao3 etiquette #ao3 #i got a comment today that was just 'here's a bunch of unformatted unsolicited links to other fics with the same plot #and one completely unrelated fic im reading' #from a guest reviewer whose handle I've never seen before #like good for you #make a tumblr post or something #i just deleted the comment but that shit is so fucking discouraging

[dramatic-dolphin]

oh god no our essay/presentation ended up being the best of our group. fuck we're gonna have to present it.

#?????ötös??? this got a fucking 5???? #not even a négyötöd?? 5??? #no offense meant to either of my teammates except for the wikipedia citation as a source they did so well #but like. im pretty sure we gave slightly over the bare minimum. #we did like three quarters of it on the last day #the powerpoint is literally just an unformatted copy of our essay but in bulletpoints #there were two groups who got a 5 and one of them is us??????? how

[bellsliturgy]

apollo puts his hands on his cheeks and blushes a bright pink, "OH!! i sure don't know how he could love a silly little thing like me...! but... i love him too!!"

#unformatted #apollo ic tbt #WUHH this is cute!!! #draw meme

[daisy-mooon]

Helloooooo!!! For the ask game, I have a request! Number 30: "You're okay. You've got to be okay. You've got to be. You're okay. Please. Please be okay." Featuring: Scott Smajor and Jimmy Solidarity. (I live for Flower Husbands angst. :3 )

The Walls Have Secrets Too

(I went for a more gen approach, but you can still read this as Flower Husbands!)

30 - "You're okay. You've got to be okay. You've got to be. Please. Please be okay."

ao3 link - ask game

Sausage was the kind of person to have a creepy basement with even creepier things lurking inside. Jimmy had been down there once before when he'd gone inside the wrong nether portal by accident, taken a good, twenty second long stare at the dimly lit, oppressive room, before leaving with a totally normal amount of haste, thank you very much Lizzie, no he was not being a wimp-

Things he had spotted in Sausages creepy basement included: cages, barrels of strange substances, propped up weapons smeared with incredibly suspicious red stains, cobwebs, more than a few things that were probably dedicated to that weird demon running around the server and a bunch load of other completely bizarre things. So, as any sane person would do, Jimmy had vowed to never go in there again.

A vow that, as he heard more than a few concerning noises drifting from below, he was fairly certain that he was about to break from the sheer curiosity alone.

His original goal had been to find Sausage, but seeing as he wasn't around, it wasn't like he could get upset at him for going in. And, well, he was just being nosy. It couldn't hurt to have a look at his neighbours freaky as fuck basement, right?

Jimmy grimaced as his hand almost slid off the oily rungs of the ladder, being sure to place his foot down with the extra care needed to make sure it didn't cause him to slap and fall to his death (because really, that would be inconvenient as fuck). The clinking of chains disturbed the horrifyingly empty silence, and he was hit by the awareness that maybe the basement was not the most fantastic place to explore because he was curious-

Something rustled. His blood couldn't really freeze, cod were special in that section of biology, but in that moment, every part of him felt like ice.

Oh yeah. This was an awful place to get curious about. Jimmy was leaving now, thank you very much! He'd heard just about enough of this spookfest. That was enough for today. Why was he even down here? He could have just asked Sausage what was in his basement. He would be, actually, next time he saw Sausage, because-

Just as he was about to make his way up, someone whispered something in a shaken, cracked voice.

…Well now he couldn't just leave. He was many things, and a coward was definitely one of them, but he couldn't leave after hearing that. 

He swallowed and continued his descent. It was light enough that he could see, with the hesitantly sputtering lanterns and the cascading glare of the Nether portal, and yet darkness seemed to cling to every nook and cranny in shadowy, spidery fingers. The perfect place for something to be lurking and crawling and ready to snap. The perfect place for a corpse to be stuffed in a barrel, rotting away. The perfect place for the demon to be standing in the darkened corners, watching him with malice in their eyes. 

There was another, tiny sound that could have been a whole host of unpleasant things, and Jimmy startled, almost falling off the ladder completely. He cursed instinctively and dragged a hand over his mouth, trying to muffle the words. It was unfortunately too late - he'd already spoken, and if anything sinister was crawling around, it had probably already heard him.

A hurried, burst of a choke emerged as he placed the last foot down, and he cricked his head around to where a wall jutted out, hiding whatever had cough from view.

His hand drifted towards his sword, fingers cramping around the handle. He couldn't decide whether or not to draw it. It was then, and only then then, with a ridiculous amount of courage and even more stupidity, that he was able to strangle out a question. "Hello?"

Silence. 

Then-

"Jimmy?" The voice was hushed, cracked and frayed at the edges. All the things he would rather not be hearing from the world's freakiest basement. But… it seemed more scared than threatening, which raised a lot more questions than it answered. 

"Yes…?" He bit back any of the nerves lingering in his system and slowly, slowly made his way to the wall. It shot out in such a way that it touched halfway across the already fairly wide room, leaving an empty, flat area in front of it. Any possible glance at the occupants was concealed by stones sealed with moisture and moss.

And blood, he realised as his gaze darted down to the floor. Every instinct in his body flared at once. "Who's there? What happened?"

"Aeor," a half hysterical voice hissed in pain, before shooting in a sharp breath and gasping feelby. "Jimmy. Jimmy help-"

The voice was cut off with a suddenness that made his stomach twist. Aeor? Then the voice sunk in, and he was hit by a sudden, dizzying wave of nausea. "Scott?" 

Before he even fully grasped what Scott's voice was laced with, he was effectively sprinting to see what was behind the wall, expecting just about anything. A sacrificial altar, a summoning circle, some monster that replicated voices… his mind scrambled for practically anything to reason the sheer amount of blood on the floor. 

The reality was a lot simpler than any of those things. Two cells lined up against the wall in mimicry of cages. The one pressed against the far side was… relatively untouched, cloaked in darkness, but the other was lit up with a casual intensity, perfectly displaying the absolutely horrific depiction of what he thought was supposed to be Gem, leant against the wall, drenched in crimson that spiraled loosely onto the floor.

Shit.

"Gem." Jimmy stuttered, immediately rushing forwards to the cell. There wasn't a door- which made it so, so much worse- "Are you okay? What-?"

"Jimmy." Her eyes were bloodshot and strained, like he was forcing them open. He'd seen her just under a week ago, all fresh and pristine and covered in glittering crystals, baring a staff powerful enough to kill anyone who even touched it. What the hell had happened? "Jimmy."

His pickaxe was out in a heartbeat, and without second thought he began to smash it against the bars, wincing as the metal screeched and wailed far louder than it should have. To say his heart was pounding was an understatement - it was flying. If he had thought that there was a boogeyman lying in wait behind a box earlier, then he definitely thought there was now.

Adrenaline crawled into his veins and sang. At any moment, something, someone could crawl inside and stop him. This was Sausages basement. Was… Sausage was slightly deranged, but he… wouldn't. Not to Gem. But he remembered the gleam in his eyes, the way that everything about him had shifted and… 

The bars snapped - he'd put in more force than needed, and the bones in his hands felt so stiff they might break. Using the pickaxe to try and widen the crude gap he'd created was an act of desperation; every second longer he spent on breaking it, the more red seemed to pool out on the floor, and as soon as he was sure that he could actually fit through, he dropped his pickaxe on the floor and rushed inside. He couldn't afford to spend a moment longer gawking at Gem's crumpled form, he just knew that he had to get her out.

Sausage had teased him, quite some time ago, about the fact he chose to help move barrels of slime onto ships instead of letting the sailors do it. It was now, that he was holding Gem, with her great, heavy antlers and the enormous legs of a deer, that he was glad he did so much manual labour.

…the more he thought about Sausage, the more ill he felt. His arms shivered. He really, really didn't have the time to throw up right now, and he really did try to avoid looking at Gem's cracked, broken nails, or the bloodied fuzz that was peeling off her antlers, or the gaping hole in her leg that stared at him-

"Jimmy." Her hand snatched his wrist with surprising ease considering how… corpse like she looked. He was snapped out of the nausea the moment he looked into her surprisingly intense eyes. "You need to get Scott."

Oh. 

Oh shit.

The realisation that hit him must have been visible, because one moment Gem was staring up at him, and the next she had snatched the bars for support and was hauling herself out of his grip (when had they even gotten out of the cell?).

"You- shouldn't be standing." Jimmy frowned, staring at the way her knees buckled and strained underneath the weight of pain and bloodstains. He didn't know how to fix those. Surely Sausage must keep medicinal things somewhere, right? He wouldn't want her dead- which made it a lot, lot worse-

"They put my things- healing potions, in the barrels." She grimaced, face whitening as she began to drag herself towards a pile of barrels on the other side of the room. He opened his mouth to argue, because she looked so pale and clammy that she could collapse at any second, but she shot him a Gem look. "I'm fine. Go get Scott."

Right. Scott. He'd heard him earlier, but the moment that Jimmy stepped towards the darkened cell that he must have been, every single part of him wanted to flee. Bit weird, considering that Scott was fairly passive and had never really tried to attack him, but the closer he walked, the more his nerves began to scream. 

...something had cut Scott off, hadn't it?

If there was something else with Scott in that cell... no, no, no, he was not thinking about that idea-

He snatched the pickaxe off the floor and went back to breaking bars. These ones were definitely weaker, as if the very metal itself was rotting away, and it practically crumbled in front of him. Which… wasn't a bad thing, considering that Scott might literally be dying, but it was much louder than he thought it was. The noise couldn't have been a good thing. Not when he was literally underneath Sausage's house-

Jimmy could have sworn he heard something bump upstairs and he cursed under his breath, practically rushing inside the cell, spurred by a freezing momentum of panic. If he squinted, he could make out Scott's vague form, splayed across the floor as if he were a replaceable doll that a child had thrown across the room in a fit of rage. He crouched, stooping to grab him like he'd grabbed Gem, except-

His skin was free from blood, but draped in thick spirals of corruption. The streams of red had withered across him: around his arms, his legs, his head, his mouth, all preventing him from moving. Like he was an animal about to be sacrificed. 

He yanked the sword out of its holster, almost dropping it in his hurry, and found himself muttering receptive curses under his breath. The blade was designed for heavy duty combat, not at all for trimming away stands of demonic matter, but he cut them loose to the best of his ability. Which turned out to be not very efficient at all- how did people manage such large blades in small spaces? His mind continued to run with the line of questioning. Why was Scott restrained with corruption, but not Gem? Why was there corruption in Sausages basement in the first place? 

He took back that question back as soon as he thought it. Sausage had been… unhealthily devoted to the demon for a while now, but Jimmy had never thought that it's demonic influence would go this far. Not to the extent of- of this-

He twitched. If Jimmy wasn't so focused, he probably would have dropped the sword entirely. Couldn't afford that right now. He continued, hand snatching for the pieces of corruption the moment they were sawed off and throwing them to the side. With every noise, every scitter, every rustle and tiny gasp from Gem, his heart seemed to pound louder.

Scott's eyes cracked open and Jimmy startled. It was an instinctive reaction, the creeping shadows and the crawling corruption and just about everything putting him on edge. He twitched again in the hold of the tendrils, and Jimmy burst out in a stream of hushed muttering.

"You're okay." He blurted out on instinct, tearing another piece away from his wrists. The hand flew up to grip his arm, fingers curled around it so tightly the knuckles turned white. "You've got to be okay. Alright? You've got to be-"

Gem's voice was strange and odd and quiet from where it drifted from behind him. "Jimmy. You might need to hurry up."

Oh. Okay. Yep. He was hurrying. He was definitely hurrying. The blade snagged one of the big pieces of corruption around his leg and tore through it like flesh. He chose to ignore it. He didn't want to think about how the moisture inside the tendrils seeped like blood. Because he was hurrying, and for obvious reasons, he was not going to waste time nauseating over the great clumps of red.

Scott's grip tightened around his arm, and Jimmy's rambled increased tenfold. "You're okay." He stammered hurriedly, pulling more of the corruption away. "Please be okay. Please be okay." He had better be okay, because if Gems healing potions weren't there they were fucked because there was no way he could carry both of them.

As soon as he sawed the matter off of his other worst, his hand flew up to where the corruption was wrapped around his mouth and curled, yanking the spiral of red away with brutal force. No sooner than a second had passed before he was coughing and sputtering violently. His nails dug into his skin so tightly that they cut into the flesh, printing sharp crescents into his arms.

He coughed, a dull resonance that shot through the air. His eyes stared at him with the intensity of a thousand moons, his fingers gripping him so hard that his arm went slightly numb. "Jimmy."

"Scott," he whispered back, because what else did you say to someone who had been kidnapped and thrown into a cell? He wanted to say a thousand things at once. But he couldn't say any of them, because they were in Sausages basement and Gem was almost half dead and they needed to leave, now-

He pulled the elf into his arms. His antlers pressed against his shoulder at an awkward angle, but he was so detached from his body he almost couldn't feel it. Everything seemed numb. What the fuck had happened? What had Sausage done? 

Scott inhaled sharply, head tilting up to look at Jimmy's. The corruption had left a red mark across his face so sore that he could see it even in the darkness of the cell. 

"I'm okay." He managed, voice weak and raspy. Jimmy didn't believe him, but real reassurances could wait. They didn't have the time for this. They didn't have the time for anything, in the end.

#ask game #asks #fanfic #fanfiction #scott smajor #smajor1995 #dangthatsalongname #solidarity gaming #jimmy solidarity #empires smp #esmp #flower husbands #ao3 #archive of our own #mcyt #angst #kind of unformatted its late lol

[altargarden]

important question!

what books would you recommend for learning about theistic satanism or demonolatry/demon information in general? i'm not able to afford it at the present time, but my reading collection desperately needs adding to.

#just for a to-read list #so many authors are really awful in satanist circles and i want none of that thank you #can be books from anywhere but i do struggle with large chunks of unformatted text on a screen so online stuff isn't accessible for me #satanism #theistic satanism #demonolatry #dev talks

[teufelme]

fears.

bold any fears which apply to your muse. italicize what makes them uncomfortable.

the dark ⋆ fire ⋆ open water ⋆ deep water ⋆ being alone ⋆ crowded spaces ⋆ confined spaces ⋆ change ⋆ failure ⋆ war ⋆ loss of control ⋆ powerlessness ⋆ prison ⋆ blood ⋆ drowning ⋆ suffocation ⋆ public speaking ⋆ natural animals ⋆ the supernatural ⋆ heights ⋆ death ⋆ dying ⋆ intimacy ⋆ rejection ⋆ abandonment ⋆ loss ⋆ the unknown ⋆ the future ⋆ not being good enough ⋆ scary stories ⋆ speaking to new people ⋆ poverty ⋆ loud noises ⋆ being touched ⋆ forgetting ⋆ being forgotten ⋆ hospitals

bertolt suffers from thanatophobia, the feeling of dread, apprehension or solicitude when one thinks of the process of their own death/dying, as opposed to necrophobia, which is a specific fear of dead or dying people and/or things. despite his calmness and fearlessness in the face of death and destruction, he is absolutely terrified of dying himself. if he feels as though his life is in danger, he won’t hesitate to act and it is one of the only things that will get him to act.

he also fears failure, namely where his mission is concerned. loss of control when it comes to his fellow agents (particularly his control over reiner) or the direction of the mission also applies (also loss in general).

after being abandoned and left to die in canon, he fears a repeat of said events in survival aus.

tagged by.  taken from my old blog. tagging.   feel free to steal, i'm tagging you if you're reading anyway >:)

#i . ooc . #ii . headcanon . #ii . study . #Coming @ you with another taggerino #I steal the ones I haven't reposted from my old blog as an excuse to reshare some hcs hehe. #Some are also very dependent on verse so I left most of them as uncomfortable for now and bolded the ones across most verses... #E.g. A fear of prison would develop in a captured AU at the end of RTS arc. #Hospitals because. We don't know what kind of tests and treatment he was subjected to as a Warrior cadet. And he'd always have to see his #Father in one and we know the Marleyans didn't treat them very well. War n death making him uncomfy is understandable. #Speaking to new people/Rejection/Intimacy - mostly because of them finding out who he is and not trying to understand. #Being forgotten/Being alone/Powerlessness - more so at the end of his life. Being left to die with no help and no loved ones. *Cries* #Others I left unformatted COULD be applied but it's headcanons or certain verses?? I'd be here all day if I went through them all haha

[wooahaes]

i just found out that you and @nonranghaes are the same person and im mind blown by that fact 😭 both blogs are my favorites and im such an idiot for not noticing right away . anyways i love all your works!!! im actually feeling stupid AND giddy finding this out 🤣

khdfkgh tysm!!! i saved the nonranghaes url waaay before i was using it so im just glad to finally have a use for it hehe <3

#wooahaes.ask #asks.anon #i could have been posting those fics here but honestly i like having a separate sideblog for like. the unformatted stuff #no word count no genre only quick content warnings and whatever lil drabble i wanna throw into the world

[p0rchc0ll4ps3]

One of the things that makes mr Harry du bois sexual to me (aside from the mental issues and his angst) is the fact that he grew up in jamrock, has very Jamrock specific tendencies (the Jamrock shuffle... the going into the mines or whatever as a kid... the Jamrock dialect / Jamrock creole (according to my headcanons) etc), and that he knows the city very well

This also applies to everyone else he works with. Including Jean. The jamrock is in Jean too. And I think that's something that should be explored more. Jamrock is a very hard city I think, from what it's been described as. Everyone else in the precinct 41 has for sure been definitely affected by it. And it's fun to think about Jean and like. Think about A. His connection to revachol and what he feels about it and B. His connection to Jamrock. And to like. Personalize him and the others in the precinct and everyone in the city (to a certain extent) to be a citizen of Jamrock. It's the way New Yorkers are New Yorkers. I bet Jamrock people (wtf you call that. Jamrockers? Something more French??) are Jamrock people

Cool to think about. Love the way culture manifests itself in its cities and its people

#c4rg0f1l3s #disco elysium #this sure is an unformatted rambly post #marfă din elysium